LAME 2005

I don't even know how I want to write about what happened today. I could be witty or I could just be pissed off, but either way there is a small dark cloud floating over the Gordon-Auffhammer household today.

We woke up and decided to go have breakfast at our new favorite Sunday brunch spot, Herbivore. Before leaving, Max commented again that he still hadn't found his debit card. He called the bank and explained he had lost it, and arranged for a new one to be sent. When you do this, the bank immediately cancels your card and sends a new one out. After hanging up the phone, he walked into the kitchen and found his debit card.

I have had the same pillow for almost ten years, and realize this is not healthy. Anyone who knows me well, or has had me as an overnight guest in their home, is aware of my love affair with the pillow. I have taken it as far as Germany and Italy with me. It's just that awesome! I finally made the plunge and decided to buy a new one. And the hunt has been relentless. I started with the memory foam, and that didn't work out. Then it was the allergen free one, and that's no good either. I lay in bed this morning, trying to come to terms with the fact that there just may not be another pillow as awesome in this universe. That maybe I will never know the joy that mine brings from any other pillow. My aunt Dawn once made fun of my uncle's pillow, which she refers to as the stamp, and told me he just cannot part with it, even though it's wasted away so much. I remember giggling WITH her, and now I am one of the stamp people.

Max suggested we go to Bed Bath and Beyond after breakfast, where I originally bought my pillow a decade ago, in an attempt to find an adequate replacement. I put a pillow case over it, and agreed to bring it to the store with us. We left the building and headed up the hill to our car.

And that's where we saw all the broken glass. Someone had smashed in the back passenger window. This was shitty enough, but then, the irony of it all was to discover that nothing had been stolen. Not the iPod, not the printer.... nothing! It effects our insurance, it will cost a bundle to replace and it takes time out of our day to go wait for the replacement of the glass. It's just so annoying and unfair. And we all know how I HATE unfair.

We had to drive to a gas station where Max spent half an hour vacuuming all the glass out of the car. It was quite amazing how much glass there was and how far it spread inside the car. It was all over the back seat and both of the front seats. And I couldn't help but notice all the broken glass on the ground near the gas station vacuum. We are obviously not the first family to clean glass bits out of their car. And of course, my paranoid personality started to wonder about whether this is something the glass shops may be doing on purpose to further their financial livelihood.

Perhaps we should have stayed in and made eggs instead.